Tirednesses come, one over the other
Hours, one by one, from my flesh biting
Longing convulsions of pleasure keep me awake until violet,
Explosions of unconsciousness in my open eyes flashing
Jailed by your phantasm between the walls of my mind
I roll awake in my bed like a ball of fire
Kissing dry sheets until my lips bleed,
In hugs overwhelming a shadow higher and higher and higher...
Like a snake I slide around the lifeless bedding
Cuddling to the moisture of your made-up sweat;
Your diffuse shapes kaleidoscopically flicker under my eyelids,
The darkness gets filled up to the ceiling with your envisioned scent
My spasms get high, gripping the steam of your veins,
Their frequency blazing my cheeks and my brains
A halo of flames projects my love in the skies
Yielding to you the tears in my eyes.
My gasps, my scream, so real, so strong
More real than any reality has ever to me come along,
Calling your name, slide back down my throat
Choking in heavens the heights of my mind
My pulse gets dreadful and weak with each dawns,
Melted inside my own insane sleepless nights
The sun rises again, blinding my sight, radiographing my sorrow
Walking on clouds, between homeostasis and collapse,
Wasting myself, I slightly hang on the vines of your willow...
-to Mr. T.W.
20.03.2014
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